Rebirth 1958: My Home is in Nanluoguxiang

Chang Zhengyang was running in front in a panic, looking back at the robbers chasing him from time to time.

His steps seemed a little flustered, but miraculously he always maintained a distance of more than 20 meters from the three robbers.

Sometimes the opponent would get closer to him by more than ten meters, but he would run hard and increase the distance by more than twenty meters.

The heavy breathing sounds echoed in the night. The three robbers were furious at this moment. They wanted to catch the guy in front of them. After catching him, they would not say anything and beat him up first.

You are a rabbit!

Chang Zhengyang took a look at the three robbers and felt that the game was enough. If they continued, these three guys probably wouldn't be able to run away.

It just so happens that there is a small forest here, right here!

"Ouch..."

Chang Zhengyang fell to the ground, tried hard to get up and wanted to continue running away, but he found that he fell too hard and seemed to have injured his ankle.

"Hoo, hoo, you dog, run, run!"

The three robbers came to Chang Zhengyang breathlessly, one holding a gun and two holding knives, looking at Chang Zhengyang teasingly.

"You, what are you going to do?"

Robber A sneered and said, "What are you doing? Of course it's robbery! Damn, I'm so tired, brothers, break this kid's legs for me..."

Ok?

You guys, why are you not following the script? Why did you change from robbery to beating people?

Chang Zhengyang stood up and dusted himself off.

"It's boring. I don't want to play anymore..."

Before the three robbers could react, Chang Zhengyang had already rushed to Robber A's side, inserted his finger into the trigger, turned his wrist, snatched Robber A's pistol, and then pointed the gun at the other party.

"Don't move. The bullets in the gun don't have eyes."

It all happened so suddenly that the three robbers were stunned for a long time before they realized that the old hen had turned into a duck and they were threatened.

"This! Sir, this is a misunderstanding! This is all a misunderstanding!"

Robber A raised his hands, looked sad, and his calves were shaking. He thought he didn't check the almanac before going out today!

How did I run into such an owner?

You can obviously fight, but you insist on pretending to be a little white rabbit. Isn't this simply crazy?

Robber A became more and more scared the more he thought about it. People like him usually like to play cat with mouse, and as mice, they might not have a good ending!

Chang Zhengyang weighed the gun in his hand and signaled the three robbers to take off their clothes. The three robbers became even more frightened. What was he going to do? Could it be that they had encountered a pervert today?

"Move quickly!"

Chang Zhengyang just wanted to confirm whether the other party had any other weapons hidden on them. Seeing that the three men were hesitating, he kicked Robber A.

"Master, I'm taking off my clothes. Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and take off your clothes!"

After being kicked, Robber A quickly started to take off his clothes. When he saw the younger brothers next to him were still in a daze, he kicked them a few times in anger.

Soon, three men wearing only shorts and with scarves on their faces appeared in the grove.

Robber A covered his butt and flattered Chang Zhengyang: "Sir, look, are you satisfied with this?"

"Well, you have the potential to be a lackey, what a pity..."

Chang Zhengyang stroked his chin and nodded with satisfaction. Then, in the surprised gaze of the three people, he put the pistol into his bag and hooked his finger at them.

"I'll give you a chance. As long as you can beat me, you can leave!"

"This……"

Robber A and his two younger brothers looked at each other and saw the ecstasy in each other's eyes. The three of them looked at each other silently for a moment, and suddenly shouted and rushed towards Chang Zhengyang.

clap, clap, clap...

Ah, ah, ah...

"It's boring!"

Chang Zhengyang clapped his hands, turned around and left the grove without even looking at the three people on the ground.

As for the three robbers, he had used special techniques to dislocate the joints of their limbs. Even if he found someone to reattach them, these three guys would be disabled for the rest of their lives.

Although he had killed many wild boars and caught many rabbits and pheasants in Yulong Mountain, Chang Zhengyang still had no direct idea of ​​his own skills.

The three robbers just now at least made him understand one thing: three or five adults, note that they were the kind of thugs who had been hanging around on the streets for years and had rich experience in fighting, but in his hands they were no different from three-year-old children.

There is a saying in the martial arts world: If your Kung Fu is one inch higher, there will be no limit to how high it is.

Chang Zhengyang's kung fu is not just an inch higher, it's a foot higher.

But Chang Zhengyang was also very clear about his own shortcomings: he had too little fighting experience.

If he encounters a master boxer who is in his forties or fifties and has equally high martial arts skills, and they do not fight to the death but simply compete in skills, he will definitely lose.

Because the big boxers of this age have experienced countless life-and-death fights, and some of them may have even been on the battlefield. Their fighting skills have reached the level of perfection, and every movement has become instinct.

If he didn't have the blood of the Qilin, Chang Zhengyang believed that he might never fight with anyone in his life.

A gentleman uses his mouth, not his hands. He will never be a gentleman in this life!

After returning home, it was already past three o'clock. Chang Zhengyang didn't even wash up. He put several pistols and bullets in the drawer, took off his shoes and went to bed.

When the loud speaker broadcast "The East is Red", the ancient Yanjing woke up from its sleep. The old Chang family got up, brushed their teeth, washed their faces, and made breakfast just like every day in the past...

Chang Zhengyang got up early, went out to buy fried dough sticks and soy milk, and came back with the thermos filled with soy milk. When Chang Zhengyang put the sleepy little girl on the chair, the soy milk was still hot.

Although Chang Zhengyang has been a Yanjing native for both of his lives, he just can't get used to the so-called Yanjing bean juice.

He could accept either fried liver or fried dough sticks, but he couldn't accept soy milk.

Isn’t that thing just swill?

As an old Yanjing native, Chang Zhengyang could never understand why such a great place with talented people from all over the world gathered here couldn't produce some decent food?

Where is Yanjing?

Beijing!

Why is it that when friends all over the country mention Yanjing snacks, they all think of fried liver, fried tripe, fried dough sticks, and soy milk, things that are not presentable?

Look at Shanghai and then look at Guangzhou. The snacks there are so exquisite and fashionable.

Oh, could it be that people all over the country think that Yanjing is too high and mighty and hope that Yanjing can be more down-to-earth?

The fried dough sticks are golden and crispy, and they make a crunchy sound when you take a bite. Then have a sip of soy milk, it’s delicious!

This is one way to eat it. Another way is to soak the fried dough stick in soy milk and then take a bite. The soy milk in the fried dough stick will burst out, giving it a unique flavor.

Look, the little girl poked the fried dough stick into the soy milk, then took it up and took a bite, her mouth was covered with soy milk.